Well.. the house is sold. Or more importantly for this purpose, the field below. It’s a place I have known for nearly fifty years and over the last month, while clearing out my mother’s things I have been down to the river in the evenings to take pictures. The plan has been to rephotograph the place as a sort of celebration; screw the nostalgia here… reinvent, turn the place on its head…. and have a laugh with my old mate down by the river. Pictures to follow therefore… and think pyrotechnics.